Keep them laughing

If you keep them laughing the pain is so much easier to hide.
But the laughter coldly echos in the dark empty caverns deep inside.

The smiles and laughter mock you in the long restless nights you spend swimming in your bed.
All alone the only thing to hold on to is the tear stained pillow where you try to rest your head.

The betrayal of the love that flowed freely out of you like a raging river plays like a sad movie over and over in your mind.
You ask yourself, why didn't I see it coming, am I that stupid, am I that blind?

Like a moth to the flame love feels so warm it mesmerizes and is bright and peaceful. You are overcome by this beautiful thing you have found.
By the time you realize what it really is you find yourself in pain, with burnt wings, cold and dying in the darkness flailing around on the ground.

Why is the world so full of plastic people, with fake souls and well rehearsed polished personalities?
Why must they feed on our generosity and prey on our insecurities.

Why do they take such pleasure in ripping us apart?
Why do we get punished for loving with our whole soul and heart?